Chapter 67

Lemira was momentarily caught off guard.

He said her hands weren't made for cooking. She thought he'd be pleased.

Orion stood there, his demeanor gentle, his tone even, "You don't have to do this to impress me."

A tightness formed in Lemira's chest; her actions were just instinctive, a desire to do something nice. But it seemed Orion saw right through her. Lemira fiddled with a lock of hair near her ear, "Well, okay then."

"The housekeeper will be here soon to make dinner."

Lemira didn't insist. She sneaked a glance at Orion, feeling that he was somehow formidable. Just like the man she'd had a crush on in her past life.

That man had always tried to show her how her brothers weren't good to her, a reality she refused to accept, leading to her tragic end.